Chapter 279 (1/2)

Los Angeles West Station.

Wang Dagu got out of the car and was about to cross the road. He would hire a carriage in the city and drive home for half a day.

”Home?” Wang Dagu stood at the door of the garage. Then he grinned, scratched his head and muttered: ”yes, it's not home.”

”Down Wangpo, will you leave now? No, no, No The shopkeeper looked at the sky outside. It was getting dark. It would be late at night.

There are bandits in the mountains. In the middle of the night, if some people are killed, it is not enough for him to earn that little money.

Ding -

the two silver coins were thrown up and then dropped, hitting each other, making the boss's eyes bright, ”go, go now.”

He found a clever young man and took out the best carriage. He spread a cotton mat on it and put two futons on it. The carriage was on its way.

”Guest, you have to travel in the middle of the night. Are you afraid of meeting bandits in the mountains?” It's boring to drive. Seeing that Wang Dagou has a good face, the young man asked casually.

”It's OK. If you run into a bandit, you can run first.” Wang Dagou lifted up the curtain and hung it on the shed. Looking east and West, he was happy to see everywhere.

At that time, he followed a group of old and young men who couldn't live on and had no hope for their families, and they took a donkey cart with them.

The young driver's face was red, and Wang Dagou revealed his worries.

However, compared with life, good meaning is secondary. To look at others, the young man still gave more instructions: ”don't resist when you meet bandits. If you want to be beaten, you will be released. However, you are too strong.”

If you are too strong, you may be attracted by the bandit leader and catch him as a dogleg on the mountain.

Then it was dark, and the young man was not annoyed. He felt the darkness and walked forward. He didn't get lost at all.

It sounds strange. In fact, it's not strange at all.

Running in a place year after year, running for more than ten years, anyone can remember.

Don't say it's the road, but there are more pits on the road, which are all printed in my mind.

On the way, I passed several hills where bandits might be hidden. I was very lucky, and there was no stubble.

In the middle of the night, I can finally see the lower Wangpo, the half dead old locust tree is still pestering there.

If you just look at it, it's like nothing has changed.

”There are few people in this village now, and it was also a big village in those days, with more than 200 mouths -” the young man pursed his lips and couldn't say any more.

Wang Dagou didn't hear what he said. He jumped out of the carriage and went to the old locust tree.

Standing under the tree, I felt the dry and wrinkled bark.

I don't want to cry, but I want to laugh. It comes from the sweet heart.

All the way around, uneasy heart, calm, steady.

After standing under the tree for a meeting, Wang Dagou went down the slope. The old locust tree was standing on the slope and the village was at the bottom of the slope. Most of them were surnamed Wang, so they were called xiawangpo.

Clunk.

Walking around the old locust tree, Wang Dagou stopped again.

Turn around and squat down.

Touch with the hand, palm size of the two pits, shallow in the front and deep in the back, with someone deliberately finishing out like, ”strange.”

Scratching his head, Wang Dagu continued to walk down the slope, and the carriage followed.

He didn't dare to go back alone in the middle of the night. Besides, he had to take people back!

In those days, there are more than 200 people in Dazhuangzi, but now there are more than a dozen left.

The young driver said that they were all old people who couldn't walk, didn't want to go, and were not afraid to die.

Son, daughter-in-law, some of them including grandson, are all gone.

Go, where are you going?